I am a fork in a world of soup
a scout without a troop
a landline phone in a world of mobiles
a voicemail speed dial
a punchline which is a slow poke
a old bloke surrounded by stylish gits.
Facebook without the pictures
selfies without the right angle,
a pen in a tangle
a stranger in a crowd
nuff said not loud.
A cuppa tea in world of coffee
a defenceless toffee
in a world of chocolate biscuits
dont risk it or me
cause i am too different.
A black sheep in a world of white
a short skirt in a world of jeans
a nightmare in a world of dreams.
You  may look
you may stare
but i am the unknown
you have to find me a home.